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We have a confession to make
We work hard
Every fuckin’ single day
But when the weekends come
The real hard work begins
We work all weekends unpaid
Just a tradition to be maintained
It's in our blood and veins
That urban spirit fails to
Wash away
40 miles away from town
We don’t think too much
We dig, we hack, we nail, and we drudge!
And we would love to keep our weekends clear
But 40 miles away from here
We don’t think too much
We dig, we hack, we nail, and we drudge!
When the weekends come
We go out of town
Me and my friends
Hammers and shovels in hands
We toil
At a break neck speed
But no end
To the to-do-list
Burnt-out!
Sore hands!
Unrested!
One step away from death!
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2. |
Nick Big Dick
03:24
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They called him Nick
He had a big dick
Long as a spear and
As hard as a brick
Yeah!!! Nick!
Nick liked chicks
Oh, he loved’ em all
And knew one trick
How to throw his stick
Three times a day,
Seven days a week
Nick! Big! Dick!
Big Dick Nick!!!
There comes Nick
And his enormous dick
Ready to strike
He’s so lovesick
Right!!! Ready to strike!
Nick invites girls
Oh, he calls ‘em all
To do it quick
Right on the hayrick
Three times a day,
Seven days a week
Nick! Big! Dick!
Big Dick Nick!!!
So he walks into the bar
And he notices every chick
Nick does not have a car
But he’s got a huuuuge dick!
Nick! Big! Dick!
Big Dick Nick!!!
Twelve hundred pages of German text!
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3. |
The Downshifting Anthem
03:47
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Rat race that I run
Brings not much fun
As I keep on runnin’ round
Soon I’ll get a gun
This isn’t a place where I belong
I leave for good, I’m going home
I need a spot to call my own
I leave for good, I’m going home
The best things in life are free
The PC made you blind so you can’t see
With all this fool's gold you’re getting old
So leave the shit and follow me
We choose the slow pace ride
No need to rush
And Burn the bridges left behind
We ride the tide
So we should go where the rivers flow,
Where drinks are cold and sweeter.
We’ll work side by side, grow our kids
Enjoy the life, no bitter
We choose the slow pace ride
No need to rush
And Burn the bridges left behind
Let’s ride the tide
Buy Now, Pay Later' culture grows!
And soon we all will become slaves!
No gain, no pain
We pull the reins
We break the chain
We plan escape
Rat race that you run
Is not much fun
If you keep on runnin’ round
You’d better buy a gun
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A city divided into two banks
Left side, right side
Have never been the same
Right side hot chicks and rich ass boys
Those who had a childhood with toys
Low-class loosers
Not about us!
Born on the left side
To fight our past
Never had prejudices at all
About our origins and our home
Drinkers fathers
Raised by mothers
Bad to the bone
Always alone
Dirty streets and idle plants
Earn a living with our own hands
They told us “never lose Your Faith!”
Life taught us never lose our face
What we are is our pride
So Watch Out!
Cause you’re on the Left Side!
Left Side
We abide
Our Home
You have no control cause there’s nothing we own
We go to sleep by falling down on our face
Being tired as hell, tired as hell!
We try to drink our sorrows away
Live for today, live today!
We stay sober
Until 8, but then
We drink, we smoke
We get our ends away
Night is falling, Streets are calling
Public Drinking until late!
No, we don’t have
a drinking problem
It’s just the whole world
suddenly fucked up
We’ve gone too far
But you went further
A slave who earns money – that’s what you are
Born to be free!
Belong to ourselves
Thankful to God
For food and Shelters
And if end of days comes tomorrow
We’ll die free, you’ll die coward
We never lose our faith
You won’t see us hiding our face
What we are is our pride
So Watch Out!
And welcome to the Left Side!
If you pretend you can’t hear
You’d better clean your ears
This is the left side hardcore tune
Better days are coming soon
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5. |
Five Days a Week
02:26
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Five days a week
eight hours a day
My white collar
It makes me look so gay
It makes me look so gay!
Eight hours a day
five days a week
My white collar -
It makes me feel so sick
It makes me feel so sick!
But since this is the Friday's eve
There's just one aim to be achieved
Another shot to hit the goal
It cures my body and my soul
And as we're getting sober
We start playing much slower
This won't bring us up short
To speed it up
we'll have
just one
more shot
So we toast over and over
We're not afraid to be hangover
For us this is the one true sport
To speed it up
we'll have
just one
more shot
And we can drink over the line
Sincerity is not a crime
Another shot to hit the goal
It cures our bodies and our souls
And since this is the Friday's eve
There's just one aim to be achieved
Another shot to hit the goal
It cures my body and my soul
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